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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Monday PM, March 29, 2004

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   Story intro: This is a continuation of The Barbary Coast Originally
posted Feb.  17, 2001.  It's approaching the second year of captivity for
Don.  He hasn't lost his desire to escape but not knowing the dessert and
its challenges planning takes time.  Even with his stud duties, his
thoughts are of home and his sister Jayden.

   Escape From the Barbary Coast

   One of Two

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt



   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis

   Author's Note: This is the continuation of "Barbary Coast" posted
February 17, 2001 and reposted March 24, 2004 with minor semantic changes.
To find out how Don got into this situation, I strongly suggest you read it
first.  I most heartily concur.  The following is a well woven story -
George Davis.

   Also, due to unforeseen circumstances, namely a job and its' required
attendance, this posting is a number of weeks late - Jack Spratt.

   ************************************************************

   A year and half has past since my capture and then being sold into
slavery.  It all happened as a result of a summer job secured for me by my
dad on a cargo ship that plied its' trade along Africa's Ivory Coast.  It
was supposed to be a learning experience helping me develop into a man. 
But circumstances changed rapidly after we're attacked by marauding
pirates, our ship plundered, then sunk and the crew members, me included,
were transported deep into the interior and sold at a slave auction.  Any
search parties might have found a few charred remains of the vessel and
then would assume all hands were lost at sea.  Mom, dad and my sister
Jayden must be devastated.

   My situation isn't what you may imagine of slavery.  I'm treated like a
celebrity due to my sexual prowess, honed by practicing many times with my
sister Jayden.  In two months, I will be sixteen.  During my time here I've
enjoyed more sex with many young virgins and a number of mature women, than
I would have had in a dozen lifetimes at home.  However, when I'm alone my
thoughts are always about my family and my young sister Jayden.  Regardless
of all the lovely women I've the honor to know intimately, my first love
will always be my sister.

   Nia, an eleven year old beauty, is the first virgin assigned to me to
impregnate.  She is a beautiful young girl who reminds me of Jayden and has
given birth to a healthy young boy nearly seven months ago.  After the
birth, she thanked me for siring a boy.  Her father, our Master and owner,
is overjoyed with a male child.  Since then I've fathered eight boys and
two girls, however, they are a large number of pregnant women all carrying
my children. 
****************************************************************** A bit
about myself, my name is Don Parson.  At six foot two I could pass for much
older; however, my perpetual grin usually gives me away.  My size usually
gets the attention of older women.  I lost my innocence to a friend of my
moms.  Later that summer as a result of my experiences with her, I had the
privilege of taking my sister's cherry and teaching her the joys of sex. 
How I want to get back to her.  Even though she is shaped like a broom
handle, I want her more than I would ever have imagined.  From the
beginning sex with Jayden was so fulfilling.

   ********************** ******************** *******************

   My Mistress Tamara is very pleased with my virility and has allowed me
the run of the compound and the town.  I've not attempted anything that
would destroy that trust.  My escape plans at this time are very low keyed.
I'm continually learning about the people and the desert.  There've been no
known successful escapes; many have attempted only to fail, they're
captured, severally beaten and assigned to the fields as labor, they had
not prepared themselves for the rigors of the unforgiving dessert. 
There'll be only one chance for me and I'm not going to fail.

   Alishia, who is my advisor and mentor, enjoys my attention on a regular
basis.  No one is more surprised than she when she becomes pregnant as a
result of our very close friendship.  She gave birth to a healthy boy the
same month as Nia.

   She summoned me to her last night.  She is the same soft beautiful woman
I first was favored with at the command of our Mistress Tamara.  I love
looking at her soft puffy tummy still showing some signs of the recent
birth of our son.  I use the same tactics with her as I did on our first
encounter.  I start with kissing her legs, then her inner thighs, skipping
heaven to her soft tummy then ending up sucking her nipples.  She is still
breast-feeding our child, but I stop long enough to drain some of her
breast milk.  It's something you have to experience to realize how good it
tastes.  I love what it did to her breasts as they are so large and her
nipples are the size of small plums.  I wonder how our son manages to suck
them.  Alishia has very sensitive breast and nipples.  She climaxes
continually as her milk is being extracted.  She does the same thing when
she is feeding our son.  Alishia moves me into position and we couple.  She
loves feeling hot sperm shooting deep inside her.  She wants to get
pregnant again.  Our Mistress is so pleased that she suggested that Alishia
continue to try and produce more sons.  I'm always up to that task.  We
fall asleep in each other's arms as my sperm swims towards their goal.

   My continuous sexually activity has maximized my production of semen. 
My balls seem to have doubled in size and hang down past my spear.  Not a
drop produced is wasted.  I'm continually milked either by making love or
being sucked.  My Mistress has an addictive taste for hot sperm.  The girth
of my tool is now five inches, which stretches all my partners' pussies.

   My ability to produce males has gotten the attention of some close
friends of my Mistress.  Often I'm called upon to service the daughters and
young female slaves of powerful men in the region.  I've lost count of the
virgins I've been presented with after passing twenty-seven.  Most of the
young girls are aged ten to thirteen.  All are beautiful and willing. 
They're taught from birth that the number of sons they mother would bring
honor to them.

   One young girl is eleven-year-old Cassandra.  Her dark skin and very
long legs appeal to me.  She has very full lips on the top and bottom. 
She's a virgin.  I had been sent to her compound where I'm met by two of
her father's female servants.  They prepare me by bathing me then rubbing
my body with lightly scented oil.  My skin just glows.  They lead me to
Cassandra's quarters.  She's very shy, but willing to do her duty for her
parents.

   "Don't be shy, Cassandra.  If you feel that you would like to wait we
can just get to know each other."

   "I want to do it, but I don't know how."

   "Well, let's get comfortable with each other."

   She is wearing a sheer blouse and pantaloons.  I slowly bring her to me
and kiss her lips very tenderly.  With her eyes closed, she returns the
kiss; her tongue is at my tongue.  My hands are taking liberties caressing
up and down her back.  Her skin glows in the half-light.  The scent she
wears is hauntingly sexual.  I nuzzle into her neck giving her soft love
bites.  She moans as I hit sensitive spots.  Slowly removing her blouse
reveals her very flat chest, her nipples are long and responsive to my
sucking.  They are like diamonds.  Cassandra accepts my attention like
water to a sponge.  She may be a virgin, but nature has equipped her with
all the correct responses to my attention.  My adventure down her body
continues.  I tug at the waistband of her pantaloons.  She lifts her hips
assisting in their removal.  Her scent is like an enticement to all my
senses.  Her body language tells me that she wants more.  Gently spreading
her legs allows me access to her moist luv lips.  Her elixir covers the
outer area; my tongue gently caresses the surface.  Cassandra's opening is
a soft pink against her chocolate skin.  Her first tongue-induced climax is
overwhelming.  Her trembling doesn't subside from the first one when the
second one hits.  Moving above her, I am more than ready at this time to do
my deed.  With my spear at her opening I push onward.  Cassandra's eyes
open when she feels the intruder.

   "Are you ready?"

   "Oh, Yes."

   My engorged member is slowly moving inward.  Cassandra has a frightened
look in her eyes.  Meeting her resistance, I draw back then make a strong
thrust, tearing the membrane and burying myself deep.  I can feel her body
tremble and hear her soft sobs of pain for her lost cherry.

   "I am sorry it hurt Cassandra, but that feeling will go away shortly. 
Once your body gets accustomed to me, you should feel a sense of pleasure."

   Once her breathing resumes its' regularity, I gently start the pumping
motion.  She's so tight the pressure on my shaft feels heavenly.  Then
Cassandra's eyes close, her breathing is heavier, more like panting.  She's
accepting and enjoying the new sensation of being full.  Her arms go around
my neck; her long legs are able to encircle my thighs.  As I pump she uses
her legs as leverage to slam her body against me.  When the strings of my
seed pump deep into her, I'm perspiring from exertion.  We both expire
joined at the hips.  Today is a day Cassandra will remember forever, and so
will I.

   Cassandra and I meet three more times.  In the following month Alishia
advises me that our efforts were rewarded.  Cassandra is now pregnant with
my child.  Her mother provides me with a small pouch of gold coins.  These
I will add to my growing collection of coins and jewels.

   Although it isn't apparent to anyone, my plans for escape are moving
forward bit by bit.  As I walk through the bazaar I am always alert hoping
to learn more about the trip from here to the shore of the river that
brought me to this land.  There is only going to be one opportunity to
escape and I'm determined to be successful.  The compound is extensive. 
The stables hold a great attraction for me.  I plan on stealing a horse to
make good my escape attempt, but it will mean I will have to learn how to
handle one.  I watch the handlers with the beautiful animals.  I want to be
taught how to ride, but I could not appear too anxious.  My opportunity
came from one of the handlers.

   "You are here nearly every day.  Do you want to help?"

   "Oh, could I?  They are so beautiful.  They remind me of a woman."

   The handler is one of the guards that brought me to the compound nearly
two years ago.  He starts to laugh when he recognizes me remembering my
total lack of skill.  The saddle sores are still vivid in my memory.

   "Have you ridden since you came here?"

   "No.  But I do wish to learn.  I never want to embarrass myself again.
Can you help me?"

   "Well, you help me to groom the animals and I will teach you the
fundamentals of riding."

   "That's a deal."

   From that day forward I split my spare time between the library and the
stables.  Both are very important to my escape.  In time I do become a
proficient rider.

   Nia has made it known that she also wants to get pregnant again.  She's
to be my partner tonight.  My time at the library is well spent, as I am
fortunate to meet a mature Arab whose life is dedicated to studying the
history of his people.  I befriend him and he took me under his wing and
assists me in learning their language.  I'm by no means an expert; however,
I'm now able to get the drift of a conversation.  Fortunately, many of the
books in the library are in English.  The atlases are old, but since
nothing actually changes in this part of the world they're fine for my
purposes.  To escape I'll have to travel to the coast.  It'll be wise for
me to travel at night and stay hidden during the day.

   Daily, I receive language lessons from my friend, the scholar.  He's a
great source of folklore and history and of the area in general.  At every
opportunity I quiz him about how to live in the desert.  Knowing I've only
one chance, I take notes and research everything he comments on that I
think would assist me in my goal.

   The families of the young girls I service solve my problem about money,
like Cassandra's, they give willingly.  Once it's confirmed the young girls
are pregnant many of their family's will seek me out in the bazaar and give
me a small bag of coins, usually gold pieces, but sometimes a precious
jewel.  I learn from other slaves that this is a common and an accepted
practice.  Some have used the money to buy their freedom.  My problem isn't
the gold pieces, but where to hide the items that I purchase; my hope is
with them I will make good my escape.  I have made a mental list of what is
required, but I can't act upon it until I have a secure hiding place.  My
accommodations finally provide me the answer.  Everything is polished
marble to keep the sleeping quarters cool.  The stones are actually craved
to fit flush against the next one.  To one side of my quarters is a bench
under a window.  As I study my room I realize the bench has to be hollow.
With the use of a knife purchased in the bazaar I manage to lift the top.
There is a sizable space for my purposes.  All my spare gold pieces and
jewels are stored there along with a compass purchased in the market place.
The bazaar is a gold mine of items pilfered from the ships the pirates
sank.

   This evening Nia comes to me.  Her breasts have filled out since she
started nursing.  My spear is showing the appreciation of her beauty as I
watch her undress.  She stands before me naked her tummy has already
tightened from her recent birthing.

   "Don, please lick me as you used too.  It is something I have really
missed.  When my Mistress suggested that I needed more of your seed in me I
embarrassed myself by crying in front of her.  Usually she just tells me
what to do, however, since your seed produced a healthy son my privileges
have increased.  Come lie with me."

   I'm stripping as she speaks; stretching out naked beside her.  Nia's
nipples are hard and there is a drop of milk on each hard tip.  My lips
latch onto one sucking her warm rich milk then the other, draining each of
her heavy breasts.

   "Don, the milk is for you.  My son won't need his next feeding until
morning.  Alishia told me you like breast milk.  So please empty me before
you lick me."

   After draining each breast, we kiss passionately.  Nia is an important
part of my life as she was the first virgin assigned to me.  My kisses
follow her body to her moist full luv lips.  Nia's pussy is ready for my
caresses and tongue.  Her unique taste brings back memories of the first
nervous night with her.  Enjoying her juice, my thumb finds her anal
opening and slowly penetrates her.  Nia's hands are on the back of my head
pulling me into her moist love lips.  As she climaxes I can feel her
rosebud tighten on my thumb.  The sound of her moaning fills the room.  Nia
has always enjoyed sex to the fullest.  Shortly after entering her heaven
the strings of hot cum shoot deep.  We fall asleep in each other's arms.

   When I wake the next morning, Nia's gone.  For some reason Jayden's
image rushed into my mind.  There isn't a day that goes by that I don't
wonder how she is faring.  Considering all the beautiful young girls I can
enjoy, my mind still brings me back to my sister.  She was my first virgin
and I do love her very much.

   Today at the bazaar, I make a point of browsing through every shop and
looking at all the goods available.  Over time, I have become a fixture on
market day.  At first many would stop and stare at me because of my clothes
and my complexion.  However, through time the sun has provided me with a
rich tan, making it easier to blend in with the natives.  This allows me to
purchase items without suspicion.  Today my plans are to purchase a pair of
leather boots that I will need during my escape.  Leaving my quarters my
large packsack is over my shoulder, something I have carried with me every
time in the market, now no one even notices.  It'll make it easy for me to
conceal any purchases.  The boots have been in this shop for a long time.
Boots are not common as most people wear a soft slipper type of shoe fine
for walking where the surfaces were hard, but useless for me in the desert.
After a lengthy time at bartering I purchase the boots for two gold pieces,
from another shop I purchase a wine skin.  I will use it as a water bottle.
I hope to purchase at least four more skins for my escape.  At one shop I
notice a pair of western type jeans and a matching shirt.  Why they were
brought here is beyond me as no one wears anything western.  After
bartering, I purchase both for less than a gold piece and receive a handful
of change.  The coins are not gold, but copper.

   One merchant's stall always gets my attention.  He has a large selection
of exquisite jewelry for sale.  The proprietor looks forward to seeing me
as we haggle vocally at every visit.  However, I've never purchased
anything up to this point.  There are three beautifully designed pieces; I
know Jayden and my mom would like them.  A beautifully crafted dagger and a
jeweled scabbard would be a treasure for dad.  Those purchases will be made
just before my escape.  The last thing I need is to be questioned about the
purchase of women's jewelry and my need for a dagger.

   One afternoon at the library, as my scholar friend is instructing me, he
brings my attention to a new map of the country.  By our standards it isn't
much of country as most of our states have a larger area, but I am
fascinated by the detail.  It has all the trails leading to the river well
marked.

   "I assumed you would be interested in this."

   "Why would you think that?"

   "I believe I know what you're planning.  No, don't be alarmed I'll tell
no one of my suspicions.  You're young and from the west, it's natural for
you to want to go home."

   "I think of my family often.  Do you have family?"

   "No.  I never married.  In my younger years I served my master, now I
enjoy the adventures the library has to offer.  I can travel to new lands
and never leave my chair."

   "Who taught you to read?"

   "My master, he had me in charge of his accounts when I was a young man.
I served him well and as a reward I have my freedom and will want for
nothing.  I am happy with my lot."

   Our lessons continue, every day I seem to get a better grasp of the
complicated language.  He left the new map on the large desk and beside it
a number of sheets of thin white paper.  I trace the route to the river and
tuck them in my tunic.

   The streets of the town always crowded.  People shop daily for food, as
there is no such thing as refrigeration.  There is no power or telephones.
In the streets are a number of homeless children most the off springs of
soldiers and serving girls.  As I'm returning home a young girl approaches
me begging for coins.  She is grimy, but her young beauty shines through. I
have to guess she is eight or nine.  She stands less than four feet tall.
Her face has beautiful features, but her eyes are what drew me to her.

   "Master, can you spare some coins; I haven't eaten in three days.  I can
pay for your kindness."

   She stands in front of me and moves her robe to one side showing me her
small slit.  I can feel my cock react.  She tries to spread her legs to
give me a better view.

   It's tempting, but I've to get permission from my mistress for anything
I do.  I don't want anything to curtail my right to roam the compound. 
It's necessary to my escape plans.  I hand the waft all my copper coins. 
Her eyes light up.

   "Master, do you need a servant?  I would take care of you like a
courtesan."

   Now that has promise.  I'll ask my mistress tonight.

   "I may have need of a servant will you be here tomorrow."

   "Oh yes, sire.  I'll look for you."

   In the evening, I'm advised my presence is expected in Alicia's
quarters. I bathe and dress waiting for the allotted time.  Alicia's
wearing a powder blue transparent gown.  The material billows as she walks
towards me.  Her nipples are like rubies topping her milk filled breasts.
She, like Nia, is still breast-feeding.

   "You're prompt as usual, Don.  I have been thinking about you all day."

   Watching her untie the bows, her gown floats to the floor.  Moisture is
forming on the large lips of her vulva.  I can see white drops of mother's
milk on the tips of her nipples.  She motions for me to come forward and
offers me a large dripping nipple.

   "This is for you Don as a reward for what you have done for our master.
Drink heartily and then lay with me.  This is my time for your seed to do
its work again."

   I happily exhaust each breast.  Alicia moans as the last drop is
emptied. Her body moves as she positions herself for me to enter her.  She
certainly isn't as tight as she was before her child, but I enjoy being on
her body.  Alicia is so soft and demonstrative.  She enjoys sex as much as
I do.  Getting pregnant is a bonus for her.  Cum is pumping deep into her,
she has her arms around me, holding me in a vise until my hero slips out of
its velvet home.  She is panting softly.

   "Alicia, may I ask you something?"

   "What would you like?"

   "May I get the masters permission to take on a servant, a young girl?"

   Alicia started to laugh.  She moves her body and cum slowly seeps from
her still enlarge vulva opening.  The creamy white contrasts against her
dark skin.  The scent from our sex permeates the room.

   "Don't you have enough young women to service?  You wish to take on more
responsibilities?"

   "Yes.  I meet a young girl in the bazaar who will serve me.  She will
take care of my personal needs and do my cooking."

   "Well, you've my permission, but I'll advise the master.  If you do this
you will have all the responsibility of a master for his servants.  You
must feed and clothe her and provide accommodations."

   Accommodations are something I never thought about.  There is only one
bed in my area.  Alicia is reading my mind.

   "I will have the two rooms next to your apartment assigned to you."

   "Thank you, Alicia.  I hope that you also get your wish."

   Getting Alicia pregnant is what this evening is about.  I bow to her and
leave her quarters.  Once at my room, I look at the two rooms next to mine.
They are large and have a bed and all have interconnecting doors.  There is
a table and some chairs.  I have always eaten with the other slaves in the
kitchen area, now, hopefully, my new servant can cook and I will be able to
enjoy my meals alone.  I'll go to the bazaar in the morning.

   After the morning meal, there's time to go to the market.  The young
girl is still on my mind.  In all the times with a woman none have been as
young as this waif appears to be.  Her small peach is burnt into my mind.
Before leaving, I retrieve a pouch of gold pieces.  As it's every morning
people are everywhere bartering with the merchants.  You learn quickly no
one pays the asking price.  Half the excitement of the bazaar is the
bartering.  I spot the young girl in the same area begging without too much
success.

   "I see you're still begging."

   "Oh master, I hoped you would return.  Do you have need of a servant?  I
can cook and clean for you.  I can do many things to make a man of your
stature happy."

   "And just what would an experienced servant require in exchange?"

   "Oh master, I would leave such matters to your generosity."

   "Ok, I will accept you as a servant on trial.  You will show me how good
you are before the next full moon.  If I'm totally satisfied you will be my
permanent servant.  What is your name?  Do you have any possessions?"

   "I'm called Loshanda.  We will need my mother's permission for me to be
your servant.  I've very few worldly possessions, as our family is very
poor.  My father left my mother and we have no means but begging.  She will
want something since I'll not be bringing home any food or money."

   It's common to pay the parents for their children.  Actually many sell
one of their children to get enough funds to feed the rest of the family.
Girls are the most sought after especially very young virgins.  They fetch
a good price for the family.

   Loshanda leads me to an area in the compound where all the other people
not directly connected to my master live.  It's a hovel of huts and houses.
The better ones are owned by the tradesmen.  The lowly live in windowless
mud huts.  She leads me to one.

   "This's my mother.  Mother I wish to be come this master's servant. 
He's here to negotiate for me."

   "Daughter you've been duped.  He's no better than us.  He's one of the
master's slaves.  He cannot pay for you.  Be gone from here."

   Then she notes the gold piece in my hand.  Her attitude changes quickly.
I know that it will feed her for many days.

   "Will this be enough?"

   She grabs it out of my hand and puts it between her darkened teeth.

   "For another one, you can have her sisters too."

   In the corner of the hut are two young girls huddled together, fear in
their eyes.  I can only guess their ages through the filth.  They appear to
be six to eight years old.  One is the same size as Loshanda, the other a
bit smaller.  They have the same brilliant eyes.  I drop another gold coin
in their mother's palm.

   "Girls, you be good to the master.  I'll not be here if you return."

   Their eyes are portholes to their obvious fear of the unknown.  Loshanda
beckons them to her.  The smell is nearly enough to make you sick. 
Cleanliness is not one of the virtues of this household.  That'll be
corrected very soon.  As we start back to the bazaar the other two are in
deep conversation with Loshanda.  I catch bits and pieces, they are asking
her who I am and what they will have to do.

   "Loshanda, where can we get some new clothes for you and your sisters?"

   "Follow me master."

   She leads me to a shop I have often searched through looking for items
for my eventual escape.  She shows me a bin of clothing for women.  Then
the haggling starts.  To hear the proprietor you would think everything is
stitched with gold.  After nearly an hour I get the price down to one gold
piece which gives us two large bundles of clothing for the girls.  The next
thing is to bathe them.

   They are totally astonished when I lead them to my master's estate. 
Once in my rooms I show them were they will be living.  Since this morning
there have been a few additions.  There is a small charcoal-burning stove
where they can prepare meals.  Utensils and plates are on the shelf.  The
only thing I will need is one more cot.  Retrieving some soap I lead them
to the bathing area.  They are fascinated at the size of the room and the
flowing water.  Loshanda instructs them to undress and bathe.  They quickly
strip and are in the water.  Loshanda follows her own words and joins them.
I watch as the layers of filth leave their young bodies.  I am fascinated.
The youngest has only hard nipples on her chest.  The other two have
budding titties tipped with luscious nipples.  Their young peaches all look
desirable.  I can feel my cock showing its' appreciation of the view.  When
Loshanda leans over in front of me I get the view of her tight bum and her
vulva that she offered me the first time we met.  Tonight will be
interesting if I do not get a call from my master.

   Gathering their old garments I have them burnt.  Loshanda assists her
sisters to get dressed in their new garb.  I watch as she wraps the large
garments around their small bodies and they actually look like they were
made for them.  Three bright clean faces are looking at me.

   "Come."

   Back at my quarters they quickly put all in order.  Loshanda watches me.
The next order of business is getting food for my new charges.  I know
nothing about such things.

   "Loshanda, we will need food and it will be your duty to make sure that
meals are prepared for me and your sisters.  I will give you a gold piece
that you will spend wisely.  You will give me an accounting of your
purchases.  Here is one coin, go and get food for you and your sisters."

   She quickly tells her sisters they will be eating shortly.  She takes
the youngest with her and disappears.

   "What is your name?"

   "I am Sharena."

   "That is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.  How old are you?"

   She seems mystified by the question.  Then I realize age is not
something these people are concerned with.  They measure time by seasons.

   "How many summers have you?"

   She shows me all her fingers and thumbs.  She is ten.

   "And your little sister?"

   She shows me nine fingers.

   "And your other sister?"

   She shows me all her fingers then holds up one finger, nine, ten and
eleven, what a responsibility?  Sharena looks at me with bright shiny eyes.
She still is apprehensive as to what she is doing here.  What I would love
to do is undress her and explore her young body, but I'll have to wait
until Loshanda returns.  Once they have a meal they should be more
receptive.  My goal this morning was to acquire one servant now I have
three.

   Loshanda and her sister arrive with two baskets of food.  There are
breads and fruits and a large bag of dates.  There are other items that I
have never seen before.  Sharena eyes light up when she see the quantity.
Loshanda comes to me and hands me a number of copper coins that is the
change from the gold piece.  She seems satisfied with her purchases.

   "Master, we have much food.  It is more than my sisters and I have seen
in many moons.  I'll prepare our meal?"

   "Just fix a meal for you and your sisters.  I have to go and see my
Mistress to see if I've any tasks to complete for her."

   "You'll not be eating with us?"

   "Just for tonight, no, I need to tell my Mistress that I won't be eating
in the kitchen any longer.  I need her permission."

   Alicia is waiting for me at the entrance to the kitchen.  She is
laughing.

   "One servant turns into three?"

   "It's her sisters.  I hope it meets with your approval?"

   "Yes, as long as it doesn't interfere with your duties.  I need your
seed to be as fertile as it has been since you came here.  So remember to
pace yourself with your new servants.  Have they been fed?"

   "Yes mistress, as we speak.  I sent Loshanda to the market and she is
preparing their meal."

   "I'll instruct the kitchen manager to give any surpluses to your charges
as it'll help you keep them well fed."

   "Thank you Alicia, you're very kind.  Will I be needed tonight?"

   "No.  Tomorrow you will be escorted to a young girl, a slave of a very
influential man.  She is of Japanese descent, and is a ten year old virgin.
His wife has asked for you; I know you will enjoy your task."

   There was a time when I would be excited at the thought of a
ten-year-old virgin, but here things are so different from home.  Girls and
women are not considered equals to the men and are to serve; their one main
function is to provide the house they are enslaved too with sons for the
master.  What I am looking forward to is my first night with my new
charges.

   Returning to my rooms it appears they have finished their meal and
everything is in order.  Loshanda apparently has seen to it that all has
been cleaned and all that is left from the meal has been put away.  All
three are sitting on a low sofa waiting.

   "Did you have enough to eat?"

   "Yes master.  Your table is very bountiful.  My sisters and I are in
your debt.  We'll serve you well.  What do you wish of us?"

   "Only what you give willingly.  You duties will include making sure all
my clothes are clean, keeping all three rooms tidy, and when you can, help
the others in this area with their tasks.  Never do anything to give
displeasure."

   "We'll make you proud of us, Master."

   "Well, the first thing you do is stop calling me master.  My name is Don
and that is what you can call me."

   The look I get from the three of them is one of disbelief.  Loshanda
explains to me that it is a sign of respect that a servant calls the male
of the house 'Master'.  She feels they will be punished if they do not show
this respect.  We compromise, while we are together in the apartment they
will call me Don, but in public they will call me Master.  Sharena tells me
two males brought a cot with additional linens.  She and Shanessa will
share one of the rooms and Loshanda being the oldest will have the other.

   "Girls, I have a task to do for my Mistress tomorrow so it is time to
retire.  Loshanda, here is another gold coin to shop for any additional
food we may need.  My master's kitchen will also provide us with some
prepared food, good night girls."

   After a bath then to bed, I realize that my new responsibilities will
change my escape plans.  Instead of just myself there will be three more to
think about and prepare for.  Something tells me I should have thought of
that before agreeing to take on the responsibility of the three girls. 
It's going to take very careful planning.

   Since the girls are from the dessert, their young bodies are likely more
conditioned to the trials we will face than my self.  The clothing isn't a
problem, as all Arabs wear traditional clothing when traveling.  They'll
not stand out, traveling with their master.  Actually they may be a benefit
rather than a hindrance.  Traveling as master and his small entourage could
put my pursuers off the scent.  No one would suspect me to bring a group
with me.  The searches will be looking for a lone male not a group.  As all
these things are going through my mind, my blanket lifts and a young body
climbs in beside me.

   "Who is it?"

   "It is Shanessa, Master."

   "Why have you come to my bed?"

   "To pleasure you Master.  Loshanda has instructed me."

   Her undersized hand runs down my body to my cock now hard and ready. 
Her petite finger is rubbing my slit causing my body to shudder.  Her small
hand can't encircle the girth.  We are eye to eye.  Shanessa smiles at me
then shifts her body so her face is at my cock and her pussy is at my face.
Her small peach looks so delicate and innocent.  The closer she moves it
towards my face the more appealing it gets.  Shanessa body smells of
scented soap.  Then my lips are kissing her small cunt and my tongue
tastes. What surprises me is as soon as her peach opens a bounty of thick
tasty cream seeps forward giving my taste buds a memorable treat.  Moving
my face away the flow mesmerizes me as it is coating her now swollen love
lips.  Spreading her cheeks provides a view of the cutest asshole.  Then,
without warning, hot creamy cum is pouring into her mouth.  I was so
wrapped up enjoying her offerings my mind ignored her manipulative lips
bringing me to a climax.  She doesn't miss a drop, but continues to suck me
dry.

   "Did I do well, Master?"

   "Very well Shanessa, you did very well."

   "Do you wish to put your cock in me?"

   "Have you been with a man before?"

   "No, Master, I mean Don, but I wish to have yours in me.  It's so big,
do you think it will fit?"

   "I am sure it will fit Shanessa."

   "I feel so good after you licking me, do you like licking me all over?"

   "Yes, very much, you do taste good; your juice makes me want more of
you."

   Smiling she maneuvers herself so she is kneeling over me, her pussy at
my mouth, lowering her body, she provides me with the means to use my mouth
as a vacuum and suck her fluids in volume.  My cock comes back to life,
standing straight up from my body.  Shanessa body trembles as she
experiences numerous climaxes.

   Lifting her body from my face, she smiles and lies beside me her legs
spread, her pussy open, swollen from being sucked.  Her body looks so small
under me.  She has no breasts to speak of, just two beautiful nipples.  My
cock looks so big to enter such a small opening.  Second thoughts are out
of the question as Shanessa lifts her body to touch the head of my cock to
her willing pussy.  Rolling back my foreskin exposes the big purple head
willing to do its deed.  With the slightest of pressure an inch my cock
slowly disappears into her.  Her eyes are like saucers as she realizes she
is stretching to accommodate me.

   "Do you want to continue, Shanessa?"

   "Of course Master, that is my duty."

   "No, it is not your duty, we can stop right now."

   "Please Master, I want too.  Being the first will give me honor from my
sisters."

   Slowly, my cock disappears, moving deep into her willing body.  In my
memory, I haven't been in any pussy as tight as Shanessa except my sister
Jayden.  Finally with my full length buried, Shanessa seems to be
paralyzed, her mouth open as if trying to speak.  The heat on my shaft is
accelerating my desires to fuck her.  Having taken so many cherries, I know
it is wise to wait until Shanessa's young body adjusts to the interloper.

   "I can't believe how it feels Don.  I am so full."

   "Does it hurt?"

   "It did at first, but now I feel so tingly between my legs, what happens
next?"

   There is no way of describing the feeling of the pleasing pressure on my
cock.  My strokes are very short at first, hoping to see signs of enjoyment
in her eyes as the crescendo increases.  Finally my strokes are deep. 
Shanessa mouth is still open, but her eyes are closed and she moans softly
with each penetration, her small body actually lifting to meet me.  It is a
good thing Shanessa drained me as it allows me to extend the time until my
next ejaculation.  When her fingernails dig into the back of my neck, my
hot sperm floods her pussy.

   At the morning meal, my plans for escape have me in serious thought. 
Four of us will move much slower.  As the girls clean up the rooms, my mind
devises a plan that just might work.  Loshanda is the tallest of the three
and could be disguised as a woman, and with the right clothing, could pass
as my wife.  Sharena and Shanessa could be our children.  A family on a
pilgrimage to the coast shouldn't be questioned.  Rather than stealing a
horse which would cause an alarm, stealing a donkey or a pack horse may go
unnoticed for some time as all the work animals are held in a very large
corral and I am sure no one has an actuate account of them.  No one is
foolish enough to steal from the master.

   Later in the morning Alishia reminds me that my services will be needed
later in the day.  With some free time, I return to the library.  My
scholar friend is at his same table, a large selection of books is spread
out in front of him.  One question that has always had me wondering is why
my master even has a library as very few people can actually read.  My
friend answered the question.

   "The library exists only because the raiders returned with the books and
they had to be stored somewhere.  The library adds to the prestige of the
master."

   As I continue to ask questions, a comment of my friend tweaks my
interest.  In approximately a month one of the very important holy days
will be celebrated.  Thousands of people will be traveling to the holy
shrine located very close to the coast.  The pilgrimage is considered a
very important part of the religious life of the people.  It's the perfect
cover for my escape.  Even if they do send out a search party for me, with
the girls and I travelling as a family and in the right costumes it will be
like looking for a needle in a haystack.  But can I arrange to have
everything ready by then?  They most probably won't be looking for the
girls as they wouldn't have thought I would be taking them with me.  With
their master deserting them, the girls would just go back to where they
came from.

   Another good point is the mass of people that will all be traveling to
the coast; there will be no need for special maps as we will be just
following the horde.

   On my way back to the compound, I purchase a complete outfit for an
adult male making sure it is used and shows signs of wear, anyone curious
about us will see that we are not prosperous, but we are a family doing our
religious duty.  The girls will be able to wash everything.

   Instructing Loshanda to purchase additional nuts and dried fruit such as
dates and figs every time she shops for food gets me an odd look, but no
questions.  We will need food supplies for our journey as well as a good
supply of water.  The maps show references to wells along the way to the
coast, and as pilgrims refilling water bottles will not be questioned.

   "Here is another gold coin, is that going to be enough."

   "Oh, yes, Master, I mean Don.  With the gold coin you gave me last
night, it is more than enough.'

   Seeking out Alishia she advises me the young girl is located in the
guest quarters and is expecting me after the evening meal.  That tells me I
will be sleeping with her and servicing her in the morning as well.  If
this is her fertile time it is hoped she will be pregnant shortly.

   Information about my assignment is at best very limited.  Basically, I
know she is a young Japanese female.  Prior to a visit to service any
female, I make it a point to bathe and shave.  All the young females I
enjoy are well groomed and are anointed with very sexual scents.  As I am
in the bathing area, Sharena appears, drops her robe and joins me.  Her
small breasts are just a budding, her nipples hard like diamonds.  My
automatic response is a massive hardon.

   "Master, let me bath you."

   It's common to let women do all the work including bathing their
masters, but I've never thought of it.  However, now that I've three young
servants they believe it's their duty.  Sharena uses a small sponge to wash
my body.  She takes great pleasure in hand washing my tool, rolling back
the foreskin.  Her small hands feel good.  Curtailing my desires to let her
make me cum, I need all my sperm for my new charge tonight.

   "Master, you service the young girls for your Master?"

   "How is it that you know of such things?"

   "Others in the house have told us, they are envious of my self and my
sisters.  Many in the compound wish to be close to you."

   "Why is that?"

   "You service the young women and if they have a male child it gives them
prestige in the eyes of the Master.  Many want your seed as my sisters and
I do."

   "Have you enjoyed the seeds of a man?"

   "No master, we are praying you will honor us with yours.  Shanessa
enjoyed her time with you, I'm jealous."

   "Well, I'll make time for you all."

   After drying, Sharena assists me in dressing and I'm off to the guest
room.  Knocking, the sound of a very weak `Come in' penetrates the heavy
door.  The room is very elaborately furnished; the large bed in the centre
of the room is the focal point.  On the bed is a very slight figure of a
girl.  Her dark complexion contrasts the white linen.

   "I am Don; I have been instructed to visit you tonight."

   "Yes, and stay the night, I'm Kara."

   "I'm at your service."

   "Please come to me, I'm not familiar with what is about to happen.  I've
been told of the physical things, they sound very unnerving."

   "I hope to put your mind at ease.  What I'm to do for you can be very
joyful.  I hope you find it so."

   Kara is dressed in a sheer white gauzy gown.  Her nipples are much
darker than her skin; I can see a small tuff of hair just above her pussy.
Most young ladies don't have hair and those that did have it shaved.  It's
a pleasant sight to see pubic hair.  Standing beside her, gives me an
opportunity to gaze into her beautiful face.  Her eyes are dark like pieces
of coal, but they're shining.  Her body is well developed showing flaring
hips and long lanky legs.

   "Do you wish me to start Kara?"

   "Oh yes, instruct me please."

   Leaning over, I watch her eyes follow my movements.  Kissing her softly
then lifting my head has a curious look on her face.  Leaning over again
and kissing her, but this time using my tongue on her lips brings a look of
surprise on her face.

   "What do you think so far?"

   "It's very pleasant.  My tutors did not mention these things."

   Cupping one breast then the other confirms her nipples are hard.  Kara
continues to study me and my movements.  Moving down between her legs, she
automatically spreads.  Lifting her gown, confirms she is very beautiful,
showing a body that can only improve as she ages.  She has all the
necessary curves and some of the padding.  Her pubes are covered with a
thin mat of shining black hair, my fingers confirm her hair is very soft to
the touch.  Her love lips are very pronounced, very swollen.  The space
between her thighs is nearly three inches.  In my limited experience I have
found that girls with a substantial space between their legs usually have
thick love lips and sometimes very prominent minor labia, Kara has both. 
Whoever assisted her this evening has applied scented oil to her skin as it
glows in the light; her scent is exotic and brings me to a full erection.
Kara's tummy is smooth and her belly button is very small.  Her eyes have
not left my face.  She surprises me by lifting her knees and spreading her
legs which exposes her delicious moist pussy.  Both of her scents have me
anxious for the next step.  Kissing her legs then her inner thighs brings a
gasp from her.  Her tummy muscles are taut from anticipation as to what is
going to happen next.  Her pubic hair is like silk against my face.  I can
just make out her prominent clitoris as it pushes out of its' hood.  It is
a good size nub, a very dark pink.  Kissing it has her body jerk twice.

   "Shall I go on?"

   In a very low voice Kara says.

   "Yes."

   Grabbing her clitoris in my lips I suck.  Her knees drop and her body
tightens up as it attempts to conceal her clitoris.  That doesn't work, my
mouth won't let it.  Continuing to suck has her body shifting from side to
side, she moans softly as the new feelings flow through her body.  Then her
body stiffens, she digs her heels into the bed and pushes her hips upwards,
her body shudders then collapses.  Kara body is trembling, a result of her
climax.  Touching her inner thighs, she slowly opens her legs and her
pussy. Her essence is seeping out of her love lips.  It's thick and tasty.
With my tongue, I lap up the excess, but to no avail.  It is like a spring
you find in the forest, it continues to seep in what appears to be an
endless flow.  Bringing her to four more climaxes; I believe she's ready
for the next step.  Positioning myself between her legs, her eyes widen as
she watches the tip of my cock push against her virgin pussy.  It likely
looks very formable to her, but it really isn't.  Applying pressure, she
gasps for air.

   "Are you ready?"

   "Yes, they told me all that was to happen, but no one bothered to tell
me the sensations.  Will it hurt?"

   "Maybe a little, but it should feel better once it's in."

   Her eyes tell me she's very uncertain of what's about to take place.  I
do my best to comfort her, pushing inwards then stopping and letting her
get used to the minor penetration.  Now against her hymen, there's no easy
or painless way of penetrating it, pulling back, I drive my shaft forward,
shattering her hymen and ending up embedded in her.  Small tears appear in
her eyes.

   "I'm sorry that it hurt Kara, but there's no other way to do it."

   "It's okay, you just surprised me.  I can't believe how full I feel."

   The warm heat of her velvet pussy is clasping me, I can feel the
pressure of her vaginal muscles relaxing and then tightening on my shaft.
Pumping at a very slow pace, hoping she will soon feel the good parts of
sex.  I'm at the point of ejaculating, but continue to pump stopping
frequently to extend the feeling.  One of my golden rules is to satisfy
every woman before exploding.  In Kara's case it's going to be dicey.  The
urge to let go is strong.

   Kara's arms slide around my neck and her hips are now thrusting against
me.  She's now feeling the good part.  She gets my attention when she sinks
her finger nails into my back as she arches herself climaxing.  With her
nails scraping skin, everything lets go.  My cock surges as the hot sperm
leaves my body.  What actually takes seconds feels like minutes as my body
expunges my seed.  Panting, I lean over Kara.  Her hands slip off my back.

   "I'm sorry Don, did I hurt you."

   "I'll live, Kara."

   With both of us panting, Kara shifts her body and my deflated cock slips
out of her.  Exhausted I stretch out beside her on my back; the pain of her
nails is now very evident.  Sitting up shows evidence of my blood on the
bed.

   "Don, you are bleeding and it's my fault."

   "Well, you're bleeding as well and I know it's my fault."

   Concerned, Kara leaves the bed giving me an opportunity to actually see
her body; she is very lithe, moving like a cat.  Gobs of cum mixed with
virgin blood is seeping down one of her inner thighs.  The visual effect is
very erotic.  Her oriental features are very appealing giving my flaccid
stub reason to come to life.  She returns carrying a small container of
scented balm and a soft cloth.

   "Lay on your stomach, this will help take away the pain."

   The pain is light, a small price to pay for the gift of Kara's cherry.
Her touch is soothing, the balm at first has a bite to it then the pain
disappears.  Rolling over, the vision of Kara on her knees beside me is
captivating.  Her breasts are small, small cones topped with hard nipples.
Her skin is flawless.  She leans over and kisses me, her breasts crushed
against me.  Snuggling together, we fall asleep.

   In the morning we make love for the second time, although still very
tight, Kara puts her heart and soul into it.  My thick cum sprayed into the
deepest recess of her being.  Exhausted, I dress and return to my quarters
where my girls are waiting for me to join them for the morning meal.

   The girls insist on joining me in my bath.  All three of them tend to
me. There are woos when they notice my scratches, some very deep according
to Loshanda.  She leaves and comes back with balm that she will apply after
my bath.  Laying back I just enjoy their touch.  Shanessa takes great pride
in handling my balls; she tenderly washes the sack and then pushes her
sisters from my cock and cleans it thoroughly.  When done, I feel her lips
kiss the tip.

   "Master, when will you share your cream with my sisters?"

   "Soon, Shanessa, soon."

   Later in the day Alishia advises me that I am free for three days, but
she takes tonight for herself.  She hands me an ornate leather pouch that
is weighted with coins.

   "A gift from Kara's master, I hope you sired a boy."

   There are fifteen gold coins.  I will have to send my servants out and
add them to my cache.  Loshanda has accumulated a large quantity of dried
fruit and nuts she has packed in newly purchased leather containers for
that purpose.  Taking her aside, I instruct her to purchase enough clothing
to provide three changes as well as another change of clothing for me and
give her three gold coins.  During the prior night as Kara slept beside me,
a plan to assist me in diverting attention from us came into my thoughts.

   That afternoon, all my time is spent at the library, talking to my
friend.  He helpfully answers all sorts of questions, often laughing.  He's
enjoying the intrigue.  From him, I learn most common folk use mules for
beast of burden, a horse would stand out like a red flag.  That certainly
narrows down my choices of beasts.  The pilgrims will start their travels
shortly, as it will take some of them with their large entourages' weeks to
get to their destination.  In the corner of the library is a pile of
western newspapers, some dated twelve years in the past.  It seems nothing
is discarded.  Shuffling through them I come across an article about an
attack by rebels on an American Embassy.  It goes on to describe how the
United States sent troops to protect the American and Western European
citizens until order was re-established.  The building had been damaged as
the result of many fire bombs tossed over the walls of the compound.

   That bit of information gives me hope.  When I reach the coast area; at
least there is a place of refuge assuming I make it.  Deep in thought I
commit myself to the attempt within the next two weeks, whenever there is a
lull for my services.  If we can get three days head start, we will have a
good chance to succeed.  The balance of the day I roam the market,
purchasing a plain knife and two more wine skins.  In one shop I am
actually shocked at a display.  There are two large suitcases of an old
vintage full of American money, some of the bills are very old, likely an
accumulation from a number of raids on unsuspecting ships and just lying
open in the corner of the shop; I had not noticed them before.  It's odd,
but all my dealings have been in coins, gold and copper, no paper bills at
all.  There're all the denominations from one hundreds on down.  The
proprietor notices my interest.

   "You like paper do you?"

   "Those are American dollars, they are of great value."

   "Great value is gold.  Paper is paper."

   "Are the suitcases for sale?"

   "Of course, this's a shop."

   "And the price?"

   "Ten gold pieces."

   "That is a lot for two old suitcases, I'll give you two gold pieces."

   I rattle two coins in my hand, so he can see the actual gold color. 
Greed fills his eyes.

   "You are trying to rob a poor merchant, offering such a paltry sum,
seven gold pieces."

   "You wish to take food out of the mouths of my servants with such an
enormous price, four gold pieces."

   We haggled for nearly an hour the final price was five gold pieces. 
Grabbing the two battered suitcases, I return to my quarters fortunate that
no one of influence notices me with them; the last thing I need is to be
questioned.  No time to count the cash, I bundle and tie the money as
tightly as possible with string and pack the bundles in a leather pouch,
some of the bills are ancient, I have never seen the likes of them before.
Now I'm wondering if the five gold pieces were actually well spent.  If I
make it out of the desert there will have plenty of time to count.  My hope
is they're not counterfeit.

   My night with Alishia is as memorable as all the rest; this is something
I know I will miss if and when I attempt my escape, there will be no
returning.  During the morning meal, I mentally go through my list of
necessities.  Proper clothing to blend in with the pilgrims, water the life
blood of the desert, breads, dates and other dried fruit, tea and a pot,
some utensils for eating, blankets to keep warm at night, as it gets cold
in the desert, some trinkets of value to barter with other travelers for
items I most likely have forgotten.

   Today at the stables I volunteer to clean harnesses.  With a pack animal
I will need the proper gear to transport our supplies.  In one corner is a
haphazard pile of well used pack equipment for both horses and mules. 
Picking out what I consider the best in the pile, I set it to one side. 
All the fastenings are intact.  Over the time I have been helping and
observing; one mule seems more receptive accepting harnesses and packs than
the others.  He will be my choice.  The stable and surrounding area is
deserted in the evening as the penalty for pilfering is death.  Once we're
committed, the girls and I will be under a death sentence for stealing.

   During the following week, I dutifully fulfill my assignments.  All my
spare time is in the market and at the library.  Fortunately with the
responsibility of the girls no one gives a second thought of the items
we're accumulating, with a number of servants, many items are required. 
Loshanda proves to be a better haggler than I.  She manages to purchase
enough supplies for our journey at a very reasonable price, leaving my
horde of gold and jewels still intact.  Then the opportunity arises.

   Alishia commanded me to her quarters for the night.  After a wonderful
evening together she advises me that my next assignment is this coming
weekend.

   "You have four days with your new servants, make good use of it.  The
three girls are very attractive are they not?"

   "Yes, they are.  All the girls are very appealing."

   If I'm going for it; this's the time.

   The next day, I visit my friend at the library for the last time.  He
advises me the pilgrimage has started.  Many from the town are gone
accompanying their masters.  When I leave he surprises me with a hug,
there're tears in his eyes.

   "I will miss you Don, your inquiring mind has been good for me."

   Not saying anything for fear it would get him into trouble, I hug back.
He thrusts a heavy leather pouch into my hands.

   "I have no need of these things.  Perhaps they will assist you in your
goals in life."

   Next is a visit to the market for a final session of bartering.  The
exotic jewelry pieces that have been the subject of months of haggling are
purchased at the best price.  The vendor laughs and invites me back to
barter telling me he wants more of my gold pieces.  Telling him I will be
back later in the week, after figuring out how bad he cheated me.

   In another stall I purchase a soft leather belly pouch that I can wear
under my tunic.  I will be carrying a small fortune in gold pieces and
jewelry.  The cash will ride on the mule, or should I say paper depending
on whether it is counterfeit or not.  During the evening meal, I inform the
girls that we will be joining the pilgrimage.  As with all servants they
accept it without question.  Telling Loshanda to pack all our supplies in
the smallest of bundles she instructs the girls what to do.  All the items
are divided with the girls carrying as much as they can and the rest is
piled in a corner for me.  There is one large pack left empty on my pile. I
have to clean out my cache under the bench.

   Leaving the girls in darkness, I leave my quarters.  The hallway is
quiet and empty as usual.  Once at the stables, I gather the harness and
pack equipment and head for the corral.  What I didn't think of is all
mules look the same in the dark.  Frustrated, I enter the corral, all the
beasts move except one mule, my mule.  Slipping a rope around his neck he
follows me like a puppy.  This is the dicey time.  If anyone sees me now
I'm toast.  The compound is still quiet, with only the hum of the numerous
bugs breaking the silence.

   Once at my quarters, I instruct the girls to gather up their packs,
quickly I lift the bench and remove all my treasures, leaving the jeans and
the shirt.  The boots will be part of a planned deception.  After stuffing
all the valuables into my belly pouch, the weight of them is trying; I
gather the large number of packs and lead the girls to the mule. 
Fortunately all the time spent learning about the animals comes into play
the mule loaded and balanced and we're off.

   Walking through the town calls no attention to us as others are moving
about also leading mules.  Slipping into the parade we move along at the
same pace as everyone else.  Soon we're in the main stream of pilgrims.  A
large number of people continue to travel as it is cooler during the night.
It's going to be a long night.  I figure we won't be missed until sometime
in the afternoon when the master's kitchen staff usually brings the
leftover food to my quarters for the girls.  Then the shit will hit the
fan. The master's guards will search the compound first and then will be in
pursuit.  The clothing disguises will be the determining factor.  We look
like hundreds of others strung out for miles.

   As the sun starts to rise, a large number stop and look for shade. 
Makeshift sun blocks go up everywhere.  Every tree, rock, anyplace where a
cloth can be strung up is covered.  Smoke filters throughout the group as
many are preparing tea.  The girls quickly gather twigs, and dry horse and
camel dung for fuel.  Loshanda prepares tea, and offers food.  After a
couple of swallows of water, I lay down in an attempt to sleep in the
growing heat.

   The sound of horses wakes me, peering out of our makeshift sun screen, a
large group of my former masters guards are dismounting talking to a number
of people.  They walk right past us, not bothering to even look.  Loshanda
is pouring cool tea for her sisters, a perfect family setting.  While they
search, I keep busy rearranging the load on the mule.  My disguise is
working as they ignore me.  They mill about the travelers for nearly twenty
minutes before mounting and heading west.  Many are huddled in groups
talking noisily.

   "Loshanda, walk over to that group and just listen to them, come back
and tell me of the news."

   She joins a number of other curious pilgrims standing close to one male
whom seems to have the attention of the group.  He seems to talk with his
hands as much as his voice.  Loshanda leaves the group hurrying towards us.
The look in her eyes is one of horror and fear.  She talks is a whisper.

   "Master, those guards are looking for you.  There's a bounty of one
thousand gold pieces for the ones that bring you or your head to your
master.  You're trying to escape master?"

   "Yes, Loshanda, I'm.  I don't belong in this land.  I wish to go back to
my country."

   "What about us?"

   "I plan to take you with me."

   "Where is your land?"

   "We will have to fly to the United States."

   The mention of flying has even more fear in her eyes.  Planes fly over
the country all the time, but the concept of them flying is something never
even contemplated in their world.

   "Master, we cannot fly."

   "Neither can I, but we'll go in a big plane, assuming we can make it to
the United States consulate.  Let finish packing and join the rest of the
pilgrims.  We've to stay with the large group.  The guards will be
searching along the route for us especially me.  We have to look like a
family going to worship."

   We travel all night during which the conversations are of the thousand
gold pieces reward for the westerner.  The description being circulated is
a white man in western clothing.  They obviously had canvassed all the
merchants and are now aware of my purchases of the jeans, shirt and boots.
The jeans and shirt are still in the hollow of the bench in my former room.
The boots will be used tomorrow morning if the opportunity arises.  The
sandals I'm wearing are very uncomfortable, but are not traceable as
everyone walking in the caravan is wearing them.  As the day before, when
the main group stops for the day we follow suit.  The girls forage for
anything we can use for fuel to make tea.  I'm surprised at how the girls
accept that we're on the run.  They know what my penalty will be if I'm
caught.  Concerned by that possibility, I place forty gold pieces in a
pouch as well as four jewels.  Calling Loshanda aside, she looks at me
questioningly.

   "Loshanda, I want you to carry this pouch for me.  In the event I'm
captured I want you to take your sisters and hide among the other pilgrims.
There is enough money in the pouch to take care of you and your sisters for
a time; perhaps you'll be fortunate to find another master."

   "Please, we don't want another master.  You've been kind to us, you
don't beat us and we've more food than we have enjoyed in all our life.  We
want to be with you."

   "Well, I've no desire to be caught.  We'll continue to travel with the
pilgrims.  Make sure your sisters are aware that we're a family, you are
the mother and they're our two daughters."

   "They'll not let you down master; I'll make sure of it."

   It's another very hot day under our makeshift shade.  Again at noon,
under the hottest time of the day the guards show up again walking through
the camp.  Again they walk right by us not taking a second glance at a poor
family of four.  After they leave, the same man garners the attention of
many of the men and is talking about the thousand gold pieces reward. 
Loshanda listens and reports they commented that a westerner would be very
unwise to join any caravan.  They actually joke how stupid I must be to be
walking around in jeans and a western shirt in this part of the world.

   As the sun sets we're readying ourselves to continue our journey in the
cool of the night.  We've approximately five more days to the coast.  Just
prior to leaving, I tell the girls I've to relieve myself, grab the sack
contain the boots and the old dirty set of clothing and head for a dune
that is out of sight of the camp.  I'd scouted the area in the morning when
we arrived.  It's ideal for my deception.  There's an outcrop of boulders
the size of my fist where I drop the old set of clothing.  Putting on the
boots, I walk to the path that has been used by the pilgrims making sure I
leave boot prints that will be found by the searchers.  It'll appear; I
changed clothing and am following the pilgrim's progress, my boot prints
having vanished as other pilgrims follow our carven.  Hopefully they'll
continue to be looking for someone in boots.  Removing my boots, I replace
them with my sandals and return to the camp.  With the boots packed, we
gather our packs and join the pilgrims.

   The next morning as the caravan stops for the day, a large group of
riders stop and again there's a noisy discussion with the apparent leader
of this group.  They're chattering like magpies.  When the riders leave,
Loshanda moves close to the group and as before and listens.

   "Master, the reward for your capture has increased.  The men have been
advised to be on the lookout for a white man wearing boots.  What're
boots?"

   "In my country, people wear boots instead of sandals.  Boots would be
too warm to wear here because of the heat."

   "The guards say they'll capture you soon."

   "They'll try Loshanda, but they won't succeed."

   That is a brave statement from one who has to stay out of harms way for
at least another three days.  The caravan is moving at a very slow pace,
but we will stay with them.  To leave would only draw attention to us.  The
mule is holding up well, the girls have managed to scrounge some grass that
we feed and grain that I borrowed from my master's stable.  We keep
replenishing our water supply at every well when the caravan stops.

   The next two days are a repeat of the last, each day the guards show up
during the day as we attempt to sleep.  Every day the news is a rehash of
the previous days and a long discussion of the others ensue, usually each
telling the other how they would spend the reward.  What surprises me is no
one even attempts to look at their fellow travelers.  My little family
stays close to all the activity, but far enough away not to give any reason
for us to be questioned.

   When we're bedding down for our last day before arriving at the holy
site, a number of birds appear in the sky.  Many of the group point at them
and I later learn they're seabirds we're close.  You can feel the
excitement in the group as they know the journey will end tomorrow.  My
hope is the confusion of thousands of pilgrims milling about will allow me
to continue along the coast and find the embassy.

   As we're completing the last day's travel for the majority, we see a
city on the horizon.  The pilgrims seem to have a fresh step in their
movements.  Apparently this holy area is a very prominent part of their
faith and is a requirement of all who are able and can afford to make it.

   Taking Loshanda to one side, I instruct her to get directions to the
city where the embassy is located, she is tell everyone her aunt lives
there and she plans to visit her after the religious activities are
complete.  On the outskirts of the city a growing tent city is rising from
the sand, as there is not enough room in the city to accommodate all the
worshippers.  This's a bonus for me; it gives reason to be mobile, as many
people are moving about at the same time, some looking for water, food and
fuel.  No one will take notice of a small family looking for a good place
to set up camp.

   We move to the west side of the city, and find an area to set up our
tent next to a small stream, many others have taken advantage of this area;
the tent consists of a large cloth sheet propped up with three long
branches, weighted down with stones, it's a good thing it seldom rains
here. When we do move it will take only minutes to break it down and pack
the mule.  Tonight we'll actually sleep at night, and then make our bold
move to leave the area the following evening.

   After a week on the road with no water for bathing, the stream is a
welcome sight.  We can wash nearly a weeks worth of grim from our faces. 
Loshanda and the girls arrange our small area and then prepare the meal. 
Although all are dressed in tunics, the material falls against their
buttocks as they lean over.  After a week of absence, my cock is as hard as
a rock as my mind removes all of their clothing.  With the steady diet I've
provided for the girls, both Sharena and Loshanda breasts are more
prominent.  Shanessa is still flat, but has very prominent nipples.  I'm
hurting.  After the meal, the girls quickly clean up removing all traces.
Loshanda leaves to gather more information from the group, mostly gossip,
but it gives me a gauge of what could happen.

   There's the excitement of a completed journey.  It can be seen in the
faces of many that pass our tent.  They've done what they forefathers did
before them and are very proud of the accomplishment.  Loshanda returns
with the news that no one is even discussing the foreigner in boots or the
reward.  All are preparing to enter the holy place and fulfill the reason
for this trek.

   The best news Loshanda brings back is the direction to the coastal town
where the embassy is located.  By following a trail south along the coast,
a day travel will have us there.  The trail will be well traveled with
pilgrims heading both directions.  We shouldn't stand out.  But that is
tomorrow, tonight we enjoy a night's sleep in the cool of the evening.  As
the sun sets, groups huddle around various campfires discussing the events
of the trip, but mainly the aura of visiting the holy place.  All I can
think of is a good night's sleep.  Entering our shelter, I notice the girls
are missing.  Their sleeping blankets are all laid out.  The fact that all
are missing has me concerned.  They have been trustworthy during the trip,
but the hair on my back is tingling.  Twenty minutes later, three small
figures are coming towards me, it's the girls.  They are carrying two
containers of water.

   "Master, we were at the stream bathing.  We brought water to bath you."

   Without waiting for me to respond, Loshanda removes my tunic, leaving me
naked.  In the half light, I watch as each girl drops their clothing, their
skin shining.  The sound of water sloshing brings me back as cool water is
being rubbed over me.  From my face to my toes they wash and rinse me. 
Sharena is at my cock which is now standing proud from my body.  Her small
hand grasps it pumping.  It does feel good.  Shanessa stands over my head
and lowers her body, her pussy covering my mouth.  She tastes and smells so
clean.  Both hands cup her buttocks, moving her back and forth as I enjoy
her slit.  A mouth engulfs the head of my cock sucking.  As both Sharena
and Loshanda are out of sight, I am not sure which girl it is.  The feeling
they're evoking has me lifting my hips.  I'm disappointed when it stops. 
What I'm not privileged to witnessing is Sharena standing above me, her
love lips spread and lowering her body to impale herself on my shaft. 
She's so tight and wet.  With the number of virgins I had the pleasure of
enjoying; it's not hard to tell she's still a virgin.  She's bouncing up
and down punishing her cherry.  With my mouth full of Shanessa, there's no
way of warning what is about to happen.  When she does manage to break
through, the sound of her air intake tells me she just felt the pain of her
hymen being ruptured.

   Shanessa body trembles as she experiences a climax.  The flow of her
pussy juice fells like it will provide me with enough liquid for the
journey.  She tastes so mild and enjoyable.  With the help of some of her
juice my finger is now deeply embedded in her tight asshole.  Her heat and
anal manipulations are evident on my finger.  My mind is called to the tip
of my cock; as Sharena's pussy is still grasping me, she is moving her body
up and down bringing me to a point of no return.  The large buildup of cum
is starting to boil in me crying for release.  At this point, I'm not even
aware of Sharena has had a climax; my focus is on the need to ejaculate. 
Finally the pressure of the last week flows deep into Sharena.  The feeling
of my convulsing shaft relieves the tension.  Shanessa moves her moist
tasty pussy from my face.

   Watching Loshanda cleaning Sharena's violated pussy has my heart
pounding.  Sharena is the second of the three to surrender her pussy to me.
Loshanda gave her sisters too me first, but her time will be soon.  It
isn't that the other hadn't suggested it; it's just been a matter of
timing. Since we have been on the run, opportunities have been scarce.

   Sharena, now feeling better after Loshanda's help moves beside me,
kisses me and then cuddle her small body into mine.  Her sisters join us.
Sleeps comes quickly.  The sound of horses brings us back to the present
and all the apparent dangers.  We're still fugitives.  Peering out of our
shelter, we see a group of my former master's guards moving through the now
growing community of pilgrims.  During the night more caravans arrived. 
There're literally thousands milling about, with a gathering of this size
comes vendors of all types, tinkers display their wares, saddlers and all
manner of food vendors.  The good thing about all this activity is it makes
it difficult for anyone trying to find anyone or anything in this moving
mass of people.

   To be continued

   Part Two will be posted shortly.

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